Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe.Only ablove me is a citron tingeAs if some echo of red, gold and lueChimed on the night and let its shadow through.Yet I who am thus prisoned and exiledAm the right heir of glory, the crowned child.

I pass from the citrine:deep indigoIs this tall column. Snakes and vultures bendTheir hooted hate on him that would ascend.O may the Four avail me ! Ageless woe,Fear, torture, throng the treshold. LO1 The endOf Matter ! The immensity of things

Let loose -new laws, new beings, new conditions;-Dire chaos; see ! these new-fledged wingsFail in its vagueness and initiations.Only my circle saves me from the hateOf all these monsters dead yet animate.

I match, &c.

YESOD

Hail, thou full moon, O flame of Amethyst !Stupendous mountain on whose shoulders restThe Eight Above. More stable is my crestThan thine -and now I pierce thee, veil of mist!Even as an arrow from the war-bow springsI leap -my life is set with loftier things.

I match, & c.

SAMECH ( and the crossing of the Path of Pe)

Now swift, thou azure shaft of fading fire,Pierce through the rainbow! Swift, O swift! how streamsThe world by! Let Sandalphon and his quireOf Angels ward me!Ho! what